A lecherous father-in-law battles a promiscuous daughter-in-law.

This post was last edited by jkk5056 on 2021-3-30 21:17.

I am 26 years old this year and graduated from a junior college. Before college, I didn't realize I was particularly beautiful.

But since graduating, my skin and figure have changed quite a bit. I was surprised and satisfied with these changes. Many people compliment my figure and appearance. When I meet old classmates, they always look at me in surprise and say things like, "Ah! You've changed! So beautiful!" or "You've really become so beautiful!"

I am 165cm tall, with measurements of 36D-23-36, and weigh 50kg. I have an oval face. I love my legs the most; they are not only evenly shaped but also have fair, smooth, and delicate skin.

Therefore, I love wearing mini skirts and tank tops. This way, I could fully display my ample breasts, slender waist, round and full hips, and long, shapely legs, making my walk graceful and alluring. On the street, regardless of gender, everyone's eyes were always drawn to my stunning figure. Most men would frequently cast admiring glances at me, some even staring in disbelief. I felt my vanity as a woman was greatly satisfied at that moment.

My husband was my classmate in college; we started dating during our student days. He was quite handsome, and our classmates envied us greatly. After graduation, he immediately joined the army, and I quickly started working at an IT company.

Due to work requirements, I soon saved up enough money to buy a computer. In the evenings, besides doing some unfinished work at the company, I also learned to use the internet.

After a while, I also learned about some pornographic websites and would occasionally browse them, looking at gossip, pictures, erotic novels, etc. Sometimes, when I saw something passionate, I would masturbate to relieve my longing for my boyfriend.

After waiting for two years, he finally discharged from the army and successfully found a high-tech job. Two years ago, we finally got married.

Because he is an only child, his parents kept us with them and wouldn't let the young couple live alone. After the marriage, we were very loving, and our parents also doted on us.

My father-in-law is 54 years old this year and works in a public institution. He is tall and is said to have been very handsome when he was young. Although he is now over middle age, he still shows no signs of aging. My mother-in-law is 52 years old and is a typical virtuous housewife. They are both very healthy. During the day, my mother-in-law stays at home, cooking and taking care of all the chores, big and small, and the house is always spotless. This means I don't have to do housework and can spend all my time with my husband.

My job is quite stressful, and I have to dress formally for work. So when I get home, I like to change into more relaxed clothes. I especially like to wear a short skirt and a light t-shirt.
Perhaps it's because this outfit shows off my figure and my beautiful legs that my father-in-law's attention was drawn to me.

A few weeks after our wedding, I noticed my father-in-law's eyes were always following me. I often found him leering at my every move, which sometimes made me feel uncomfortable.

I initially thought of subtly hinting to him at an appropriate time to stop staring at me like that. However, seeing how filial my husband was to his parents, I didn't know how to bring it up.

One day, my husband worked late and wouldn't be home until very late. With nothing to do, I browsed the internet. Of course, I inevitably visited some pornographic websites.

I enjoy reading erotic novels; some, though vulgar in language, are quite evocative and sometimes really make one's imagination run wild. Others use very elegant language, portraying erotic love stories admirably. Suddenly, a title appeared: "The Lustful Father-in-Law Battles the Promiscuous Daughter-in-Law," which attracted me to read. The more I read, the more shocked I became. It was a boldly explicit and extremely provocative article that made my body heat up. My hands unconsciously caressed my entire body, my nipples hardened, and my private parts secreted a lot of lubrication, soaking my underwear.

Good heavens! After reading that article, I no longer minded my father-in-law's lecherous gaze; instead, I began to feel a strange fondness for this man in his fifties. I developed a peculiar curiosity—I wanted to experience what it was like to make love with a man much older than me.

From then on, whenever his gaze secretly fell upon me, I felt a strange excitement and satisfaction. I even wanted to intentionally or unintentionally expose the parts he wanted to see, to satisfy my being spied on and his voyeuristic desires.

And I noticed that my father-in-law was becoming increasingly affectionate and caring towards me, practically attentive to me.

This happened almost three months after my marriage.

It was a hot Sunday, and my husband went to work early in the morning.

Around noon, my mother-in-law had just finished preparing lunch when my husband's uncle rushed in, saying there was something going on at my wife's family home, and hurriedly took my mother-in-law away.

Only my father-in-law and I were left to have lunch. As soon as my mother-in-law left, my father-in-law called me to the dining room for lunch.

I was wearing a loose, thin shirt with the sleeves rolled up to my elbows. Because it was hot, I chose a loose, small white bra—the kind that just covered my nipples, supported the lower part of my breasts, but left the upper part, most of my breasts, exposed. I wore a simple white short skirt.

I sat opposite my father-in-law, and we ate and chatted casually.

But I noticed that my father-in-law was staring intently at my chest. Perhaps because my mother-in-law wasn't there, he was so boldly eyeing me, making me a little uncomfortable, but also secretly excited. Gradually, I felt my underwear getting damp. My heart was filled with excitement and a little panic; I couldn't even taste the flavor of my mother-in-law's signature dishes anymore.

I stood up, bent down, and ladled a bowl of soup for my father-in-law.

Because the first button of my shirt was undone, the bending motion left my breasts wide open, half-revealed, half-exposed.

My father-in-law, of course, wouldn't miss such a good opportunity; his gaze was fixed on my full, high breasts.

I knew he was peeping; he had already forgotten to chew his food.

He stared lustfully at the parts my bra couldn't cover. I was even more excited, deliberately slowing my movements so he could see enough.

Whether it was because he was completely captivated or just a coincidence, after I finished ladling the soup and sat back down, his chopsticks suddenly fell to the ground. He immediately bent down to pick them up. My natural reaction at that moment was to slightly spread my legs, giving him an "opportunity" to peek at my beauty.

Sure enough, he searched for a long time, but still didn't return to his seat to eat. So I bent down to look at him.

My father-in-law was unaware that I was bending down to look at him. His eyes were fixed on my lower body, just beneath the skirt that revealed my two pale thighs. Today I was wearing a nearly transparent white thong, barely covering my vulva, with a few pubic hairs peeking out from the sides.

My father-in-law was lying on the floor, his eyes almost right in front of my legs, staring intently at my lower body.

I spread my legs wider, letting my skirt open. My lower body was now only covered by the small, transparent thong.
His eyes were so intense, it felt as if he were touching my swollen, throbbing genitals.

Suddenly, I felt my body heat up, and images of erotic scenes from articles I'd read online about "lustful father-in-law battling slutty daughter-in-law" flashed through my mind.

I sat in my chair, unconsciously shifting my hips, legs spread wide, anticipating the old man's advances under the table.

My father-in-law finally snapped out of his daze, looked up, and noticed me staring at him. Our eyes met, and we both stood there awkwardly for a few seconds.

I was a little disappointed. I pretended nothing was wrong and asked, "Dad! What's wrong?! Can't you find your chopsticks?"

"Oh...yes...yes...I see...they..." he stammered, seemingly swallowing hard as he spoke. He picked up the chopsticks and returned to his seat to eat.

After lunch, I cleared the dishes from the table and went to the kitchen to clean up. My father-in-law sat on the sofa in the living room watching TV. After cleaning, I poured him a glass of juice.

As he took the juice, he deliberately touched my hand. I was startled, and before he could even take the glass properly, I let go, spilling the juice all over him.

I quickly apologized, grabbed a box of tissues from the coffee table, bent down, and began wiping him all over.

Bending over, my breasts were once again exposed, my smooth, white mounds seeming about to burst out!

My father-in-law, sitting on the sofa, stared intently at my smooth chest like a blazing torch.

Coincidentally, the most spilled juice was near the zipper of his pants, so I grabbed several tissues and started wiping it off.

I noticed something gradually bulging inside his pants,

so I pretended not to notice and wiped it even harder. My teasing became unbearable for him; his face flushed, his eyes burned, and his breathing quickened.

He raised his hand and slowly moved closer to me, but I continued wiping, still pretending not to notice.

Suddenly, I felt his strong arms encircle my slender waist. My reaction wasn't to immediately pull away, but to wriggle my body, trying to keep him from getting too close. However, his hands moved around my waist, gradually becoming more and more brazen invading my surroundings.

My heart pounded even harder as he groped me. His soft hands continued to caress my father-in-law's increasingly sensitive, swollen area.

His hands slid down, cupping my buttocks and pulling me closer, until we were pressed together.

I felt a mix of panic and excitement, but I feigned a surprised "Ouch..." without trying to pull away.

I deliberately tried to gently break free, blushing, and said, "No!"

He pulled me close, kissing my cheeks and gently biting my earlobe.

I kept saying, "No..."

He slipped his tongue into my ear.

I cried out, "Ah!" My whole body went limp and trembled. His left arm encircled my waist, while his right hand touched my breasts, gently pressing them.

"Ah...no...don't do this...Daddy...Mommy will come back...ah...she...will come back..." I started babbling incoherently.

He ignored me and continued his indecent advances. I heard him say, "My son is so lucky to have such a beautiful wife. Why can't I, as his father, have one too..." He grabbed my hand and pulled me into his arms, making me turn around. I lay back on the sofa.

He rolled over and pressed himself against me, kissing my lips while frantically unbuttoning my shirt.

I deliberately shook my head to avoid his kisses, but soon he kissed me anyway.

He lifted my shirt, pushed my small white bra up to my breasts, and gently sucked on my pink nipple.

"Ah...ah..." I moaned softly. He also pressed his hard, steel-like penis against my genitals.

Feeling dizzy, I gasped for breath, my hands gradually wrapping around his head, but I kept saying, "No...no..."

He seemed to sense my reaction and stopped temporarily, but remained on top of me, gazing at my beautiful face.

I opened my hazy eyes and looked at him.

He said to me, "My good daughter-in-law, ever since your mother-in-law went through menopause, I've forgotten that there's such a delicacy as you in this world. Ever since you married into our family, I've been secretly watching you every day, admiring your beautiful body, hoping to have the chance to experience a young and beautiful woman like you!"

"Dad... but... if Ah Bin (my husband) and Mom... find out..."

"No buts, just give me this once, okay?! As long as we don't tell anyone, they won't know... good daughter-in-law, just this once, okay? I've really been captivated by your body for months. Whenever you're home, I want to have you all the time! Your pretty face, your ample breasts, your full arms, especially those snow-white jade legs, they're always in my mind..."

As the old man spoke, his hands were never idle, gently rubbing my breasts and pinching my nipples with his thumb and forefinger.

My nipples, which were originally only the size of soybeans, quickly hardened and enlarged under his thumb and forefinger, standing erect like a pair of bright red cherries. Truly, experience is the best teacher; he was even better at teasing me than my husband.

Coupled with my recent desire to try making love with a man much older than me, I became increasingly powerless against him.

But after all, he was my father-in-law. The thought of living in the same house in the future inevitably brought mixed feelings of love and fear—fear of being hurt.

"But…" I gasped, unable to speak, as he rubbed and kneaded me with his palms and fingers.

"Good daughter-in-law, stop with the 'buts,' take advantage of the fact that no one's home today! I promise I'll love you even more in the future and won't let my son bully you!"

When a man wants your body, he'll make any demands and say anything, but a woman still feels very happy inside.

But I still couldn't agree to him right away; I had to pretend a little longer: "But...but..."

He, disregarding everything, leaned down to kiss me, took off my already loosened shirt, and then reached behind me to unhook my bra, easily removing it.

A pair of white, tender, full, and firm breasts were completely exposed, and I unconsciously covered my nipples with my hands.

He pulled my hands away, his right hand grasping and kneading my left breast, while his mouth moved down to my right nipple, licking and sweeping his tongue back and forth on the tip, waves of tingling pleasure washing over me.

He was truly more skilled at flirting and more experienced than my husband.

A moment later, he switched sides, wrapping his right arm around me, his left hand kneading the nipple he had just sucked on, while his mouth, like a powerful vacuum cleaner, forcefully sucked on my left breast, seemingly trying to suck the entire breast into his mouth, his tongue circling my nipple incessantly.

Oh my god! This feeling is so wonderful! My husband has never flirted with me like this before. I can feel the love fluid secreted from my private parts, soaking my panties. My body is too weak to resist anymore, and my heart has convinced me: "I don't need to pretend anymore. I should forget about my husband for now and accept this excited old man in front of me. Maybe today he can give me the kind of intimacy I can never get from my husband!" I decided to surrender to him.

He would also suck on my private parts while forcefully thrusting his hot, thick penis against them.

Soon, I started to moan softly, "Mmm... mmm..." and felt unbearably aroused.

Overwhelmed with pleasure, I unconsciously wrapped my arms around his head, demanding more from him.
He seemed to understand my desires perfectly; he freed his left hand from my right breast, tracing it across my smooth, sexy abdomen, down to my legs, and slipping it inside my short skirt. His hand first touched my tender, burning thighs, caressing them boldly and reluctantly.

"Mmm...mmm...ah...ah..." I moaned louder.

His mouth continued to suckle my left breast, and his body slid down to the sofa, kneeling beside me. He used both hands and mouth, his left hand gently caressing my legs, his mouth sucking on my breasts and gently biting my nipples.

"Mmm...ah..." I moaned contentedly, feeling incredibly good from the bites.

Then his mouth and tongue slowly moved from my left breast across my smooth abdomen, licking and kissing my legs. My eyes were hazy as I watched his kisses, which increased the stimulation, and my whole body trembled with unbearable pleasure. I sat up slightly, leaning my head against the armrest of the sofa, half-reclining, so I could see more clearly the tenderness he was giving me.

I also spread my legs wide, my skirt no longer covering me, completely open on both sides. He knelt at my feet, resting his head on my pink thighs, looking at my alluring lower body. With my skirt open, I was only left with my panties.

My white, sheer thong panties, tied with bows on both sides, were already almost transparent from my vaginal fluids, unable to hide the dark shadow beneath, and many pubic hairs were visible on both sides of the sheer fabric, making my private parts look swollen and bulging.

He drooled, seemingly jealous of my husband, saying, "My good daughter-in-law, little slut... truly a natural beauty. I'm so jealous of my son, able to enjoy this ultimate delicacy... his life is so much better than mine..."

"Father...father-in-law..."

"Little slut, I only realized today that you also have needs... I love your little thong to death!"

"Mmm...father-in-law...no..." He swallowed hard, and through the thin, transparent thong, he rubbed my private parts with his right index finger.

I tilted my head back, moaning, "Ah...ah..."

He rubbed faster and faster, my body trembling, and my entire crotch was wet and sticky, showing through the thin fabric. He stopped his finger attack, lowered his head to lick the honey-like fluid on the thin fabric, and with both hands pulled the bows on both sides of my thong, slowly untying and pulling it down, revealing my pubic hair.

"Ah...ah..." I offered a token resistance, then let him take off my thong. After taking it off, I wasn't ashamed at all, still spreading my legs wide so he could see clearly. His eyes were wide open, staring at my beautiful vulva, the more he looked, the more he loved it.

"Little slut, your pubic hair is so thick and bushy, some of it was already sticking out of your panties when you were wearing them. If I had known you were such a slut, I wouldn't have held back until today." As he spoke, he hoisted my legs onto his shoulders, my tender vulva completely exposed to him. He found my clitoris and gently pressed it with his fingertips.

"Oh... um... um..." Like being electrocuted, I went limp.

He began to "eat" me with his tongue, first licking my clitoris from bottom to top, making me writhe uncontrollably.

Then he sucked and licked along my labia, occasionally inserting the tip of his tongue deep into my vagina, making me let out loud moans.

"Ah...ah...Dad...be gentle...no...harder...ah...so...so beautiful..."

"Don't call me Dad, I'm not your dad anymore. Call me...brother...call me brother from now on!"

My juices flowed in waves, and he licked them all clean, still relentlessly attacking my most sensitive spot.

"Ouch...what should I do...I feel so good...ah...brother...ah...um...um..." I kept thrusting my vulva towards his mouth.

"Ouch...ah...ah...brother...stop...this...I can't take it...ah...um...no more...oh...no more..." He teased me for a while before stopping, his own mouth full of juices, looking utterly disheveled.

He took off his clothes.

I sat up, watching with great interest. When he took off his underwear, I saw his erect, thick penis and couldn't help but exclaim "Oh!" in surprise at its magnificence. It must be at least eight inches long, much longer and thicker than my husband's.
"Isn't my son that big?" he asked me. I shook my head shyly.

He laughed and said, "I haven't even started yet!"

He came to me, took my slender hand and made me hold his hot, thick penis. I complied and began to stroke it back and forth. His penis was indeed much bigger than my husband's, harder than steel, with prominent veins on the shaft—both cute and scary. I stroked his hard, thick penis up and down without stopping.

He held my head in his hands and pushed it towards his penis. I took it into my mouth and sucked hard, holding his leg with my left hand and gently rubbing his testicles with my right. His glans was so big, filling my mouth completely.

"Good...good...so good, again..." He grabbed my head even harder and cried out, "Good...good wife...oh...so good..."

I sat in front of him, his penis constantly moving in and out of my mouth, and I would occasionally glance at him to see his reaction. His penis stood erect and proud, his face flushed with arousal, his expression radiant. I licked his engorged glans with my tongue, occasionally nibbling at it with my teeth.

"Mmm...mmm...good...mmm...again..." He was at the peak of excitement, pushing me down onto the sofa. He pressed himself against me, our naked bodies pressed tightly together. He hugged me tightly, saying, "You're so good. You lick even better than your mother-in-law did when she was young."

I cooperated by spreading my legs. His impatient penis darted around, unable to find the entrance to my tender hole. I moved my hips to help him, letting the glans touch the entrance, which was already overflowing with lustful fluids.

His right hand gripped his large penis, rubbing the glans against my entrance dozens of times before parting my labia and thrusting forward, inserting the glans. After a few more thrusts, his entire penis was inside, swallowed by my wetness.

"Ah... um... so good..." I began to moan lasciviously. He began to work hard.

"Ah... ah... ouch... oh... good father-in-law... you're so big..."

"You can't call me father-in-law!" he said, "You have to call me husband..."

"Ah... good... husband... ah... so good... you... ah... so big... so hot..." I wrapped my legs high around his waist, thrusting my hips forward to meet his thrusts, shouting loudly, "Um... good husband... good... brother... brother... sister... so... good... so... good... so... good..."

"My good slutty sister, today I finally got you... I've satisfied my pent-up desire of many months..."

"Good husband... so good... ah... I love... husband so much... ah... ah..."

"From now on I am your good father-in-law, your big meat stick... dear brother... brother... you are my darling... lover..."

"Ah...good husband...husband...you're killing me...you're so big...so hard...so amazing...oh...oh...big cock...brother...faster...thrust...thrust...faster...a little...harder...to the left...uh...right there...ah...so good...Yue, a little harder...ah..." I blurted out randomly.

He thrust even harder, and his cock was indeed longer, thicker, and harder than my husband's, it was really amazing.

"Good husband...dear...father-in-law...ah...I feel so good...oh..."

"You slutty wife..." the father-in-law said, "You're so slutty, can my son...satisfy you?"

"Hmm...ah...he...is okay...but not as good as...you...dear father-in-law...you're better...you're so good at...fucking..."

"Hmm...like this...is it good..." He thrust and rubbed from both sides.

"Is father-in-law's penis...big...does it make you...beautiful...your pussy is so beautiful...tighter than your mother-in-law's when she was young...I feel so...good...you're squeezing me...so comfortable...I love...you...love...you..."

"Hmm...hmm...you're so great...so amazing...ah...ah...your penis...fucking my bones...is so...melted...melted...much better than your son...ah...you've hit my G-spot again...ah..." He compared me to my mother-in-law, and I compared him to my husband.

The stimulation of incest only increased our lust.

He really was better at fucking me than my husband. My husband usually ejaculates after only two or three hundred thrusts, but he's already thrust over a thousand times and is still attacking me fiercely.

"Oh..." I gently bite his shoulder, "So good... good brother... ah... I want you... I want you to fuck me every day... ah... I'm so beautiful..."

"Really?" he asks, "How do I compare to my son?"

"He... ah... he also fucks me... um... very good... but... dear brother... you're better... stronger... you fuck... it's incomparable to him... I... feel so good..."

Encouraged by me, he deliberately thrusts deeper, pressing tightly against my clitoris, rotating his hips, kneading and grinding.

"Ah... oh... it really feels so good... ah... so good... from now on... ah... you're my... husband... ah... yes... like that... harder... ah..." Hearing my words, his penis thrusts even harder.

I was so overwhelmed by his ministrations that I started babbling incoherently: "Ah...ah...I'm going to die...dear brother...my darling...ah...coming..." It felt so good, my vagina tightened, and a warm current surged from my body to his glans. I climaxed.

I couldn't help but cry out: "Ah...ah...ah...ah...I'm coming...I'm coming...ah..."

He still wouldn't let me go, continuing to thrust forcefully. His right hand reached for my anus, which was already soaked with my juices. He gently played with the entrance, making me moan "oh...oh..." again.

Suddenly, he thrust his middle finger in, squeezing a portion inside my anus. I cried out even more pleasure.

"Oh...ah...what...what is this...feeling...oh...good...good...how can it be so...comfortable...ah...ah..." With him attacking from both ends, my plump, white buttocks swayed like waves.

He continued thrusting, penetrating, and grinding, his penis growing longer and thicker with each thrust, filling me completely, each stroke hitting my G-spot.

My juices flowed incessantly towards his glans, I experienced repeated orgasms, my vagina trembling and contracting.

About ten more minutes passed, my orgasms coming in waves, I estimated he had thrust over a thousand times. He seemed unable to hold back any longer; I could clearly feel his glans swelling even more. He thrust in about fifty or sixty more times, thick, hot semen spraying deep into my vagina.

"Oh…good wife…slutty…woman…I’m coming…"

"Heh…heh…good husband…dear brother…quick…quick…quick…give…all…your…seeds…to…me…"

"Good…good…all…to…you…ah…ah…good…so good…so good…"

He lay on top of me, our bodies pressed even closer together, we both slumped on the sofa, unwilling to get up.

He kept telling me how good it felt to have sex with me.

After that, we often found opportunities to make love. Each time was like the first time, intense and satisfying, and we were both very relaxed.

Whenever my husband went on a business trip, I would leave the bedroom door unlocked. While my mother-in-law was asleep, he would sneak into my room and be intimate with me.

Sometimes, when we didn't have a chance for a long time, we would take half a day off from work and go to a motel for a passionate encounter.

Now, our relationship has lasted for more than a year, and my husband and mother-in-law still don't know.

My father-in-law also treats me as his wife behind my mother-in-law's back and loves me even more.

I have two men at the same time. Under the double care of my husband and father-in-law, my life is more colorful.

But sometimes I still can't help feeling guilty. I have thought more than once about ending this relationship that the world considers "abnormal" between father-in-law and daughter-in-law, but I'm already on a sinking ship.

Now I am more than four months pregnant. I don't know who is the father of my baby: my husband or my father-in-law? Whenever my father-in-law asks me to make love, I can't resist his temptation. Because he truly gives me so much, so much excitement and pleasure that my husband can't provide. Every time I make love with my father-in-law, I tell myself again and again that this is the "last time," but I still can't stop.

I believe that once a woman has an affair, it's like becoming addicted to smoking—it's really hard to quit.

I don't encourage every woman to be like me.

But making love with my father-in-law is indeed a pleasure. His gentleness, thoughtfulness, delightful techniques, and incredibly long-lasting sexual ability bring me to orgasm again and again, leaving me feeling blissful, relaxed, and happy…

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